At the risk of sounding like a broken record.....you are absolutely, positively, beautifully amazing.....that is all

But no honestly, you are... I tend to rave about your work to my friends and eventually they stop listening because I keep going and going and starting veering into your photography at some points too...it is....ridiculous

So, I sat down at my computer screen and started searching through my page trying to find something to critique ( I like encouraging awesome writers) and after going through three or four works, found myself dissatisfied with the works I was reading, no fault of the writers though. So, I decided to browse your gallery and maybe finally give an in-depth comment on one of your works...

Forty minutes later I believe I have read nearly every single writing in your gallery.... have tears falling from my eyes at the sheer beauty in your words.... and still managed to not leave a single constructive comment.... I think I should just give up....

You're work is.....stunning (in a Pokemon sort of I-can't-move way)..... it leaves me speechless, breathless, and full of hope.... and so, I cannot critique it......and it's killing me because your work is so amazing I honestly want to analyze it and break it down to its roots then find what appeals to me so much....but I can't..... so, I have settled on simply leaving this comment for you to read whenever you find it in your inbox that is probably full to the brim.

If you end up reading down this far, just know that you are not alone...you have people who admire, love, and care for you...everywhere in the world..... you are never alone....

Sorry for the rather long ramble but I dunno, for some reason it is a therapeutic ritual for me to explore your gallery and I just wanted to thank you for that....you're writing gives me peace in a time where all my mind wants to do is destroy my soul and my heart.....so thank you....

"When life puts you down, STAND UP!" is something we all tend to ignore. This however is something different. Here by the time I reached the ending the moral I learnt was "When people put you down, saying your not what you think you are, say nothing. WORK EVEN HARDER".

Never knew your poetry was just as energizing as your prose. You really are a professional .

Only one person has ever called me ugly: a skinny black kid who had an intense hatred for me for reasons that I still can't figure out. On the other hand, I got more than my share of swirlies, locker-stuffings, trippings, and shoves down the stairs. The only good that came of it is that I worked so hard at resisting them, it's now almost impossible to trip me. When people called me a weirdo, though, I took it as a compliment. I'm fucking insane, and proud of it.